Chapter Two
Luke never knew one could feel so sick. A bit dazed and nauseous, he got up. He planned to go to back to his cabin without attracting attention, but that plan failed as Malcolm, his brother, caught his arm.
"Where are you going?" he whispered as Annabeth's gaze ran over them.
"Back to the cabin. I'm not feeling too good." Luke replied, pulling his arm from his brother's grip.
Malcolm stared at him for a second and said, "You're swaying,"
Luke held his hand to his head for a second, "I'm what?", but even he could hear his words slurred.
And then everything went dark...
"So he was like, oh, I like you too, and- are you listening to me?" Grace demanded, glaring at Laya.
Laya gave a weak nod and a fake smile, "Yeah, I was. Great. Just a bit dizzy,"
Grace peered into her eyes, "You look like you're going to throw up."
"I think I might," Laya admitted, pressing her hands to the log she was sitting on.
"Just don't barf on me. These shoes are new," Grace said, shifting away from her sister for a second.
"Mmhmm," Laya mumbled before crumpling on the log and passing out...
Jayce felt sick. Super entirely sick. Like someone coughed in her face multiple times and then gave her a cup they drank from. She was seriously going to throw up soon.
Poke.
Jayce turned around to find Travis and Connor towering above her seated position on the log.
"Not interested in today's festivities?" Travis said, gesturing to the campfire and singing Apollo kids, Katie and Aaron being among them.
"Big word." Jayce croaked out.
The brothers suddenly looked concerned. "Are you okay Jayce? You look a little pale." Conner said.
"Um, I don't think-"
And then the world went black...
They were just getting into verse 2 of the Campfire Song when Aaron started feeling more than a bit dizzy. Austin was the first to notice. "Hey, what's wrong? Can't keep up with the song?" Austin joked.
"Not feeling so good." Aaron mumbled out.
He must have started swaying because Austin grabbed his arm. His knees just started buckling when Austin called out for Will.
"Come on Aaron stay awake." Austin said as he saw a figure that might have been Will run up to him.
Then everything went dark...
Floating in a foggy world, twelve glowing orbs of light spoke:
I suppose we shouldn't have done that.
Why not? We would have faded if we didn't find-
Yes, but is that worth an innocent demigod's life?
I don't know, is a god's life worth a demigods?
Don't me sarcastic with me Phobos. You understand what I'm saying.
Zeus and Hera have better forms than us right now.
That is not the point.
It doesn't matter if it's the point anymore.
I want me old form back.
So do I, Morpheus.
You evil witch, do not speak to me. It is your fault we are this way.
It is not my fault entirely. Did you think that, if it were my fault, I would do this to myself?
I do not know what you would do. One thing I do know is that you would do anything to gain back your power...
Four limp bodies were left in the Infirmary that day as a prophecy would soon make itself known...
Well, I think this story is going particularly well so far. But then again, I just jinxed it. I'm not sure how clear it was, but the twelve glowing forms were NOT the Olympians, and it might be hard to tell one conversation from the other, but there was nothing I could really do about it. I wrote about 600 words here.
I don't own PJO. I don't own the Campfire Song from SpongeBob.